[The loosening of the man's channel, right before he tightens up around him--any pretense of not coming falls away. In that moment, his moans are longer, drawn-out, uncaring at all about what anyone hears. He might not even notice if they weren't in their room but surrounded by people right now, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Still driving hard into that one sensitive place again and again, he holds the man's hips tight enough to almost bruise.
He keeps thrusting after he comes, drawing out the feeling as long as he can. Even if something within him has been quelled for now and his senses returns to him, he doesn't have enough presence of mind to care, no matter what state he is in.
The high starts to taper off, his thrusts slow down and lose the mindless force they had a moment ago. He then comes to a complete stop, still sheathed fully inside, though no longer hard. Slouched over the other man, his head hangs as he pants for breath. That soon also begins to even out again.
A longer moment passes where he doesn't move.
Awareness - suppressed earlier by that strange force - slowly dawns upon him of what he's done.]
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He keeps thrusting after he comes, drawing out the feeling as long as he can. Even if something within him has been quelled for now and his senses returns to him, he doesn't have enough presence of mind to care, no matter what state he is in.
The high starts to taper off, his thrusts slow down and lose the mindless force they had a moment ago. He then comes to a complete stop, still sheathed fully inside, though no longer hard. Slouched over the other man, his head hangs as he pants for breath. That soon also begins to even out again.
A longer moment passes where he doesn't move.
Awareness - suppressed earlier by that strange force - slowly dawns upon him of what he's done.]